Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 502: Do You Have Any Shame?

If Jenson Sinclair’s company continues its current state, it might collapse due to poor managent.

"Screech——"

The driver suddenly hit the brakes, causing several people in the car to lurch forward uncontrollably due to inertia.

"The car in front has stopped," the driver said.

As soon as the words were out, four pairs of eyes were drawn to a creamy blue color a few ters ahead.

"Kid, it’s your turn."

The only minor in the car unbuckled his seatbelt and, before getting out, didn’t forget to confirm once more: "You promised , after the job’s done, I’ll get half the money!"

"Don’t worry, you won’t lose out."

Spencer Ford got out of the car and directly chased after Nora Northwood.

Jenson Sinclair watched as the two figures intertwined, raised his left wrist, and waved it twice in the air.

The driver understood and reversed the car for several hundred ters, stopping at a suitable position.

...

"Nora!"

Nora Northwood was stopped by soone calling from behind as she was about to step over the threshold.

She turned around and saw Spencer Ford.

A year apart, the young man had grown taller, with holes in his pants—she couldn’t tell whether they were a trendy style or simply because he hadn’t had new clothes for too long.

Thinking of this, Nora beca curious about how he had lived this past year.

"So it’s you, bitch! You set up my dad, got soone to break his leg, and even plotted to have him locked up. How do you have the face to co here to see him?"

Spencer spewed his accusations; if the location had been different, he would surely have gone up to scratch her a few tis.

He thought: At the very least, I should scratch up Nora’s fox face!

Nora’s expression was gentle, and she did not display any unusual emotions due to the sudden turn of events. She replied calmly, "I’m here to see May Lawrence, not your dad. He brought everything upon himself. If you don’t want to be dubbed the gambler’s son for the rest of your life, I suggest you focus on your studies."

To this day, Spencer wouldn’t heed any advice.

Nora’s unhurried deanor further provoked his anger. He pointed at her nose and cursed, "Who do you think you are to point fingers at ? I’m warning you, don’t co here again, or I’ll make sure you won’t return!"

Seeing this, Nora shook her head, thinking there was no saving this child.

With pressing matters at hand, she didn’t plan to tangle with him further and was about to leave when soone forcefully tugged her arm.

The items in her accordion bag clattered to the ground.

This ti, her face changed.

Spencer had no awareness of guilt and wore an expression that said ’what can you do about it,’ with "Whatever" written all over his face.

The autumn wind, once gentle, was now even colder than in the winter.

Nora shot him a displeased look and resignedly bent down to pick up the scattered pieces on the ground.

A provoking voice ca from above, "There’s a parent-teacher eting this afternoon, you go for ."

Nora didn’t respond, stuffing everything into her accordion bag with a rustling sound.

Spencer’s voice continued, "You sent my parents away, and now everyone laughs at for being an orphan. This ti you must go to the parent-teacher eting instead of !"

Nora’s actions slowed slightly. After a mont, she stood up, considering the truth in the brat’s words.

How could she have guessed those words were instructed by Jenson Sinclair?

She asked, "Tell the ti and place of the parent-teacher eting."

Nora’s nature, as always, responded better to softness than hardness.